The F stands for FUN!

Brooks

08/17/2009

Once again I had the urge to delete this blog, but I powered through and here I am. We had a particularly challenging weekend with Carter, and that made me really, really sad. And, as I was cleaning up heaps and heaps of junkmail and crap in our kitchen, I came across FIVE (yes, FIVE) "incident reports" from the last 2 weeks, drafted by a variety of teachers at his daycare. So I wallowed in the muck for awhile, and entertained the idea of giving up this blog/my mom card/my life in general for about 10 minutes, then picked myself up and moved on.

Late Sunday evening, Carter and I had a really fun talk during his bath about Baby Einstein videos, and how he used to watch them constantly when he was about 2.

"You mean, when I was a little guy?"

"Yes, baby, when you were just a little guy WHO POOPED IN HIS PANTS!"

"Ewww! That's sick!" He screamed, and looked up at me with his huge, beautiful eyes, dying to hear more.

I love it when he looks at me. I crave the eye contact from him, and when I get it, if even for a moment, my heart explodes.

After bath, we had him practice how to handle his emotions when he is frustrated at school. I played the teacher, he played Carter, and Brooks played Random Grabby Kid #4. Sometimes we alternated. Every scene ended with a handshake and a promise, "Friends again?!" It was a blast. Carter insisted on playing it about 20 times, and I hope it was good practice for him. I called at lunch and there was no news to report at that time, so that's good. The Dudes should be strolling in soon, so we'll see what happened during the second half of the day. I HOPE he had a good day today.

06/05/2009

I have been reading blogs voraciously since at least 1999 and I think it's about time I start one. Okay, that's a lie--I've started many. Too many, like at least 10, but they have always fizzled and failed because I was just trying too damn hard to be clever and hip, masquerading as some kind of blog entrepreneur. I mean, just because I used to troll around on old school message boards in 1994 and racked up several hundred dollar bills on CompuServe back in the day did not mean I could just magically come up with a super famous blog overnight.

My husband suggested that I just write for fun (and what the hell, exactly, does he know?) and see where it takes me. He even had the audacity to suggest that I write about something I know, or at least am very interested in. So here we are.

My son, Carter, has PDD-NOS. He is almost 4. I will go into a looooong explanation about how we came into this diagnosis and how it affects my boy, but not now. I am calling this blog PPD-WTF!? because my personal experience with this diagnosis swings wildly between confusion, hilarity, frustration, chaos, and normalcy. Often within a span of just a few minutes.

Not only do I want to process through our adventures with Carter, but I also plan to write about (in no particular order):

--My other dude, Garrett, age 8 months--My husband, Brooks, who is the funniest person alive (Ooh! Maybe I'll get him to guest post)--The town we live in, which can be both great and a living hell--My journey towards starting a PhD program--The fact that I may lose my job in September--My jealousy of others (especially women)--My adult acne--My experiences growing up with an alcoholic mom--The children's book I am trying to write

Huh. That's a mixed bag alright.

So, challenge to myself: Post for 14 days straight to see if I can get this thing off the ground.